This is a song about "Money power and respect"

They feed and attach bombs to their back for religion and power

You know when your homie barely blink, he just done powder

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

Girls, power, money, it ain't my motivation,

My respect for you becomes worse and decreases

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

We was lookin for change 'til barack came

Screaming your name. money,power and the fame.

This is for my niggas gettin' high on the regular

Showing my lyrical skill and lyrical power,

Step back and respect the art's fucking origin

But it was africa the continent we all came from

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

I lurk and bless whoever shows me respect

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

No money, power, or drugs,